GloveBox - BONES

I’m gettting it jumping and bucking I got that pistol in the glove box

Ready to get to busting and dumping I’m in the mud

Hold up oh oh pick for ya, pull that bitch trigger and then we dip on em

I’m ready to tear em, the devil is riding right with me to battle

I’m bout to go slamming them gavels and moving cold in the phantom

I highly doubt that you got love for me

My weapon it always keeps me company

I be the wrecking ball

Shaking and breaking the rest involved

Fuck what you thinking I’m better than y’all

The best of all

Time, the graveyard veteran oh

Twisting fast, flicking ash

Making some dollars and make it last

Life is fast, death is slow

The reaper is reaping, I’m coming down

Out, hit the sound, blades pimping downtown

Get the team another round

Cheers to us for holding it down

Diamonds in my pinky ring

Charge it to the fucking game

All you pussies imitate

I came back to set it straight

Rolling up grip on my Glock 9

I get so high that I stop time

Send me the addy I’ll drop mine

Changing the game every time that I rhyme

Kicking it thinkin it’s bout time

Pick em up put em on up in the sky

Listen up I go with one at a time

Fuck with the team and I promise you die

Riding around, smoking the pound

I feel like I’m in a different world

Fucking around, we laying it down

Fuck it and pick up a different day

I like to keep my pimping A1

See we been silent ever since day one

Backroads calling we don’t gotta go back

Backroads calling we don’t gotta go back

Backroads calling